It took longer than Gladio would ever care to admit to realize what Ignis was saying. His eyes followed the movement of that hand, staring with barely half-opened eyes, before it registered. Something... something had hunted Ignis down and- Gladio felt a sick churn in his stomach, almost violently, before he breathed out hard. "Iggy..." Quiet, sympathetic, but with no idea what to do. What was out there that would do something like that? What kind of sick monster?

He laid there, feeling more helpless than he'd felt in his life, and it was an even more sickening feeling. "...get some sleep," he murmured. "I'll keep watch." Because one of them had to. If they both passed out again... even in a haven, there were people who could find them who they wouldn't want to.